I like manners. This apparently makes me sound approximately 97 years old. So be it. I do not mean elaborate etiquette involving twelve forks and anxiety about which direction the asparagus should face. I mean the little gestures that tell another person: I noticed you. There is something deeply attractive about a man who moves [...]

I love convenience. I would like to establish this immediately before anyone decides I am about to advocate churning butter. I enjoy having food appear at my door. I enjoy knowing where the car is on an app. I enjoy buying an airplane ticket without telephoning a human being and spelling my name six times. [...]